"Thanks for keeping me
Company tonight,"
The lad sighed.
His eyes wandered
Past the gate,
Then landed on
The row of houses
Across the street.
Out of their windows, light spilled;
Also, chatter and laughter,
Which the cold breeze
Brought to his ears
As muffled echoes.
"Thanks for always listening."
The crickets chirped
And the leaves rustled
In reply.
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The Slaughter and Other Poems
PoesíaA collection of poems on faith, life, irony, and errors.
